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    "Not if I declare otherwise," Visery whispers. Something akin to regret washes across his face, but he steels it away quick enough for only her to notice. "You are heir on my word alone."

    "And as we know, your words are like wind."

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    08 Jan 2026

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    King Viserys, the first of his name, dies alone and rotting, though most will say that he had died many sunturns before, on the eve of what maesters will come to name, 'the dance of the dragons', a bloody and unjust civil war between the Greens and the Blacks. Between his firstborn and his first son.

    The fool king dies alone, with just the memory of false peace between the two branches of his family to calm his failing heart.

    Delighted to finally be reunited with his love, Aemma, and their lost children, Visery instead awakes an odd Twenty-and-one sun turns before, at what he now knows to be the beginning of the end for the house of the dragons. His blood calls for that of towers, and with what he knows to come, no thing in all of the seven kingdoms will sate his hunger.

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    08 Jan 2026

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    In the tenth year of the reign of King Viserys I, a strange malady befell both his queen and his daughter. Queen Aemma Arryn was the first to sicken, seized by a fever so violent that her ladies feared she would be lost before dawn. Before a day had passed the princess was stricken by the very same heat.

    For three days and three nights the court was cloaked in terror. The king kept vigil beside his wife and child in turn, unwilling to leave either chamber for long, while the maesters whispered of humors and contagion but found no sure cure. Prayers were spoken at every hour, and more than one lord muttered that House Targaryen’s line stood on the edge of ruin.

    Yet as suddenly as it had come upon them, the fever broke. On the morning of the fourth day, Queen Aemma called for water, and not long after Princess Rhaenyra asked for food. Both rose from their beds as if nothing at all had passed between life and death, pale but unharmed, as though the sickness had been no more than a shadow fleeting across their shared blood.

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    04 Jan 2026

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    Dragon dreams, a portent from the God's. Never before had he experienced such clarity. The death. The anguish. The rage. His most precious and only child. No longer blinded to the machinations of the snakes of his court, he would tear down the world for Aemma's daughter to see her as the Realms Queen. But first he would start with House Hightower. A sleeping dragon he may have been, but slumbering dragons can still rise.

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    08 Nov 2025

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    He sighed and collapsed into his armchair. Even from across the room, she could feel in her bones the putrid smell of ale on his breath. "I don't want to. I have to."

    "What?" she asked

    He had a dead look in his eyes. If she didn't know better, she may have been speaking to a living corpse. "I can't win. I can't escape. I can't scheme my way out. The Old Gods have cursed me to do this over and again, on until there's nothing left to lift the sword. I shatter myself against the walls, on and on, until it's over or I've gone mad in trying to do the impossible. The only escape is death, and I can never die."

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    06 Nov 2025